Welcome to Fright Night, the Fogg’s are all dressed and ready to scare the kiddies.
We went Twick and Tweating to the Caddies to try out the new disguises, me got some candy now.
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So, Mr Fogg and I are watching The Skulls on TV which has a scene about a dual between the two lead characters. Mr Fogg immediately imparted “Well, if I were in a dual I’d want the weapons to be sausages”.
Ok then, everyone clear on that one??
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[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]
Home Sweet Home, after a 3 hour kip at the Yotel an a 5 hour drive back, it’s home sweet home to roarin fire and a chilly house.
Tomorrow we go get Mr Spike.
Next up Halloween then Christmas (oh yeah).
Yeh RV bucket returned, refund given, gotta love complaining in the USA (gave the chappie his keys and the cupboard door as the Mrs scared off prospective customers with tales of shoddy RVs).
So back to the strip for a cracking lunch at Harley Davidson Cafe, with Mrs Fogg in an interesting Tshirt. See how many comments she gets?
Next stop the airport and 12 hours back to Gatport, 4 hours kip, then 6 hours back to home.
Here we are again, in the lobby of the Bellagio waiting for the shuttle to the airport to take us back to the UK (boo). It’s been a fun fortnight with plenty if fun in the RV, but unfortunately it’s time to go home.
In time honoured style, here in a brief list is our two week tour:
Indeed yes Hello Hello A Queue I See, 5 miles north of Flagstaff with 101 miles left to cover to Kingman and here we is sat in a mega queue on the I-40 West. So we hit this at 1.50pm an didn’t get through it until 3.15pm
Ahhh you cannot beat a healthy American traditional breakfast. I thought I’d have a treat in our last full day here and order blueberry pancakes (three of) which come with a side of bacon (of course, what else goes with pancake?), lashings of blueberry sauce and a little garnish of squirty cream. Yummy.
So last night we stayed in Flagstaff centre, enjoyed a steak at Cuvee 98, then took a slow walk in the pitch black up to 1400 West Mars street (a whopping great hill over a mile in length) to the Lowell Observatory.
In the Spirit of Halloween Mrs Fogg will gut a pumpkin and has let me buy the least scariest mask of all the ones I wanted to buy (and no that ain’t my normal face). This will be the face that greets the handful of children that visit on Oct 31st along with a blood soaked T-shirt and blood soaked apron, meat cleaver and slippers. Whilst Mrs Fogg will be dressed as Mortitia (growl).